They drip like slick stalactites –
By foggy window's frost,
While the fever grows inside of me overnight.
Yes, the crying icicles glisten under moonlight –
Drowning. As if drowning in a thought...
They drip like slick stalactites.
Pale – lightheaded – sickening winter bites.
Bedbound poetry...tries to speak... but cannot;
While the fever grows inside of me overnight.
I was searching for a sprite,
But they drip with trickery - I wound up lost.
They drip like slick stalactites.
Yes, the ones that do entice –
But are rarely ever caught.
While the fever grows inside of me overnight.
My zealous heart embarked itself to plight,
For it did not discern the bitter cost that arouses these tears.
They drip like slick stalactites -
While the fever grows inside of me overnight.
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
Offline) - Published: December 19th, 2022 12:29
- Comment from author about the poem: This is pretty much fiction galore, being that I was born and raised in Miami and have never seen snow. But it's a poem that encapsulates a deeper meaning. The central theme of this poem is implied through the "sprite," which is indicative of the life purpose every human seeks in our world. It's an introspective piece, partly inspired by Sylvia Plath's iconic poem "Fever 103." I just love villanelles, and I hope each reader enjoys my attempt at this difficult form.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments11
Mind-blowing ..... thanks for this piece
Brilliant!!!
Oh, this comment is so sweet of you. I'm truly glad you could connect with my words, it is my purpose in poetry. Happy New Year!
Great job Rocky,I really enjoyed it
Thank so much dear poet, it's so nice to hear from you!
I hope you had a lovely Christmas and hopefully are enjoying this new year to the fullest!
Very nicely penned Rocky. Good ole Sylvia
Thanks Saxon.
Yup, "good ole Sylvia," indeed.
Her works continue to mind-boggle me, and her intelligence is beyond words, a true prodigy at heart.
I'm really glad you enjoyed this villanelle, it's one of my favorite forms.
Have a lovely day, and a happy new year dear poet!
Love this!
Hi Lucy, thanks so much for the comment, it means a lot.
I'm happy to have resonated with you in one way or another.
When you mention that the villanelle is a difficult form I can only but agree, Rocky. Here, for what it's worth is my effort from way back:
https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-123784
Hi Dave, thanks for having taken the time to read my attempt at a villanelle.
I wanted to convey an internal war, while contrasting it with the surrounding environment.
I read your poem, indeed, and left a comment as well.
It was truly clever - and painfully real.
Happy New Year, poet.
Rocky, if you really love villanelles I cannot but feel you are a wee bit of a masochist at heart! 🙂
That said, the richness of your imagery is something I could never aspire to. Congratulations.
'But they drip with trickery'
a showcasing of a genuine poet's
burgeoning wisdom and brevity of insight
brilliantly executed, but beyond form
I treasured the poetic ambition and relatable message
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
Aw, thanks so much L.B.! This comment really means a lot.
When you enter a villanelle you tend to find yourself a little restricted with how much flexibility you have, being that there are two refrains throughout the entire poem you have to repeat over and over.
So I had to get a little creative with word "drip" and the nuances that it could implicate.
I'm really glad you enjoyed and could relate.
Searching for a purpose in life could be like searching for a fairy, only to find out it was never there to begin with.
Have a happy new year; can't wait to see what splendors you'll deliver
Wow its a nice form, i like the refrain, sublime muse, stalactites sound icy and fever burning in contrast. Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
Wishing u a happy new year.
Hi dear poet, thanks so much for the love. I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed the poem.
I wish you a happy new year, too, and will surely check out your poem!
For never having seen the snow, this was a beautiful piece. Even a northerner like me, buried in feet of the stuff, can recognize the feelings and meaning behind your words. Great attempt my darling.
Hi Joan!
Thanks so much for this comment, I'm low-key jelly, lol.
I've never seen snow ;(
But I must admit I'm a little dismayed to see the snowstorms that whipped around the North. The footage was terrifying, entire towns inundated with it.
I hope you weren't affected too much
I've watched as icicles melt, slowly dripping, and I begin to feel the flow of your poem melding with the fever inside. Thank you dear Rocky for introducing me to this form of poetry, it is fascinating, challenging and I love it.
Of course Bella! Thanks abundantly for your generosity and appreciation. Villanelles are truly a time-consuming process, but they are so worth it at the end of the day. Maybe you should try one some time. Your existence is my impetus.
Hey Rocky as you can tell by your notifications I have just finished reading your last two poems after I published one.The poem I wrote is fictional and was for fun, after reading your poems its like I read them before I wrote mine, as always thanks for your inspiration even when its in hindsight, very serendipitous indeed.The villanelle is most impressive,I will have to try the format.
Thanks so much Dean for your kind words. Your poem was amazing as always, and I made sure to leave a comment on the poem. Villanelles are truly a form worth trying.
bravo Rocky L .. you have dared to go where I have always feared to venture .. and I must confess, I am most impressed ........... Neville
Neville, you are my inspirational wellspring
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